I answered it, "Yeah. No, he's in the apartment. Who is this? Oh hey, Sgt. Draper. It's Jake Randolph. Yeah, I'm involved in this one too."
Harrigan came out of the apartment and snatched the receiver out of my hand.
"They're there to work, Randolph, not chit chat with you."
"Harrigan here," he said. There was a pause and then I saw the look on his face which meant only one thing: the car was stolen and would provide no help to us.
"Okay. No, that's all. Yeah, I got it. Thanks," he said as he slammed the receiver down...